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I saw Scottie Pippen in person once. It was during college, in Iowa city, of all places. I was working the cash register, and he ordered a Jamocha shake and curly fries. I took the money and filled his order, then noticed who it was.

"You're Scottie Pippen." I said.
"Yes. I am." he said.
I had no idea what to say, so I said, "Well, ok then," and he left.

One time I was hunting with my dad up in this shitty little town called Grantham, and when we got back to his truck at the end of the day, we noticed that there was another truck parked behind it, and a guy was standing against our truck eating a sandwich.

The guy said, "Nice day out. Nice and cool, but sunny." My dad was like, "Umm yeah, do I know you?" And the guy just like, "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to cause a problem. I'm Jay.... Jay Salinger... you are?" My dad said his name, and shook his hand, and said, "Well, nice to meet you Jay... but we have to head home now." We said bye, and we got into our truck and drove off. As soon as we left my dad was like, "Wow who the fuck was that guy? What a weirdo."

One time I was playing a pick up basketball game in NYC. I stole the ball and had a wide open fast-break to the other net. I went up to do a layup, when out of nowhere some guys comes running in and swats the ball out of the air. I look to see who it is, and it's mother-fuckin Scottie Pippen. I go up to him and say, "Scottie, what are you doing here?" He looks me dead in the eyes and says:

Living in LA pretty much desensitizes you to seeing famous people, but I once ran into Courtney Cox three times in the span of about two weeks. First in a Restoration Hardware when we were both buying towels at the same time, a few days later at a dog park, and a few days after that at a Starbucks in the Palisades. She remembered me, too. I'm pretty sure that were I a homely looking dude rather than a normal looking girl I'd be arrested for stalking by now.

My family went to Blizzard Beach (a Disney water park) for a day back in 1992. Something like half of the Olympics men's basketball Dream Team were there too. Like, basketball players EVERYWHERE. My brother was little then, 8 or so. And we're all in awe of the giant basketball players, because we're kids and they're amazing, and my little brother whispers to me "Scottie Pippen is in line with us! I'm gonna talk to him!"

So my little brother with the big chutzpah goes up to Scottie Pippen and says "Hi! I'm Scott too, but I don't play basketball." And Scottie Pippen smiles huge, and puts his hand on my brother's head, and chats with him a bit. And then my brother forgets he's just waited in line for 30 minutes for a slide, runs down the hill and across the park, so excited, to my mom and yells-

I saw Craig Kilborn when I was working "security" (event staff) for the suites at the 2000 Final Four in Minneapolis. I smiled and nodded as he came by and he said "Hah! Your the security?!" and strolled into the suite like a giant tool bag.

Needless to say, if the pile of hamburgers on the porta-stove would have started a grease fire he would of been one dead late late show host.

I saw Shawn Bradley once. I didn't say anything to him. He was sitting 2 rows ahead of us at some event in the Poconos. Needless to say I couldn't see anything that was going on, that mothafucka is tall.

I used to live in the same town with the guy. He shopped at the store I worked at. He told me once that he preferred I was his cashier because I didn't stare and was always polite to him (Mr. Bradley). Nice guy.

He was also at the same Honda dealership as my mom and they both looked for cars (not together.)

I had a job delivering the Cincinnati Enquirer back in 1999, 2000. The Best part of the job was that I had to deliver Clear Channels papers every morning. Their office included WLW 550 A.M. (broadcast over 38 states I believe, something like 50,000 watts strong) , anyways, I rode elevators with The Bacon Bros. (Kevin and don't know his brothers name) , Johnny Bench , and I also became somewhat of a friend in passing with Bob Braun http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Braun , who I grew up watching, as you couldn't live in Cincinnati during the 60's or 70's without having The Bob Braun show being on your television everyday. Sadly , Bob passed away soon after I quit , but to this day , he is the celebrity I am most proud of having ever came across , and we actually had quite a few 30 or 40 second conversations during those said two years ( newspaper delivery means you can't waste minutes talking with anyone, not when you have 7 Clear Channel stations on your route , BITCHES! ).

I picked up a family once headed to Indianapolis from Chicago for a family re-union. The dad used to work delivery for some company and told this crazy story about how he once delivered to Michael Jordan's house, except when he pulled up to the house, it was invisible and then when he got closer it melted in to view.

This man was in my backseat. I had no idea what to say to him after that story.

Looks like a coded message by an undercover cop listing the nicknames of various big shot criminals he managed to identify during his time disguising as a lowly soldier. Tina Turner is probably one of a boss's mistresses, whose son is a low-level officer, thus the higher frequency of encounter. The part not underlined refers to those he wishes to identify in future times, perhaps big shots from White, Asian, and Latino gangs.

In some local cultures who you meet gives you status, the individual who authored that is casting a wide net inferring he is only a few degrees separated from some apparently famous, or previously famous people and if one is to become his sex slave, asian, white, or latina, (but not black apparently), then they too may be able to meet similarly famous people by proxy.

This dude is in Los Angeles. He puts this shit up around Melrose and La Brea. I found a poster that he made that he wrote the word "Porn" on it over and over. The only other words he write on there are "twix," "tupac," and "the corrupt cops with the license plates [license number]," and the word "Pron," probably a misspelling.

He was a tall black man in his 40s. I think he had dreads that looked like they hadn't been maintained. He had a grey trenchcoat. He looked nervous. He had a sign on our corner for almost all of 2009. Some of them sounded very innocent, others were extremely crude. In most of them, he claimed to look like other various famous men.

The first one I ever saw was a sign that had (presumably) his phone number on it, and written in the margins and as the headline he wrote "I look like Bob Marley." It was an invitation to hang out, I guess.

Plus, he's more likely to find what he's looking for amongst the fine Nubians around. I mean, let's be honest. Chances of a hot black or Latina chick also having a big butt are pretty high. Asian chick with a big butt? Possibly just a fatty. And as obsessed as white chicks seem to be with forcing their posteriors to resemble that of a 12-year-old boy, chances are that a white girl packing a badonkadonk has probably given up on some other parts of her anatomy.

This is all massively generalized speculation, of course. But I think we all know who comes to mind when someone says "big butts."

I read this as 'I saw Magic Johson in Pearson'. Then every instance of Person was replaced by Pearson in my head. I guess because it was capitalized. I was wondering what was so special about seeing him at the airport.

Okay...I saw him putting up one of these. I lived in Hollywood and the sign post is next to one of my favorite sushi places in L.A. He's a black, chubby man with a balding afro. He also has the crazy eyes. I was always too scared to call the number.

The last time someone posted a number belonging to a mentally ill person that they had written on a sign, many redditors called the number and harassed the guys parents / carers, so it is probably for the best.

When I was about 15 I was at Disney World with a friend. We were waiting in the line for one of the roller coasters for about an hour. When we finally got near the front, Sinbad came through a secret door at the end of the hall. He cut through the line and ended up in the zigzag directly in front of us. I touched his elbow.

I was in Disney world about 5 years ago and met Matthew Lawrence (Jack in Boy Meets World). I went up to shake is hand and realized he is shorter than I previously believed; they poke fun of him on Boy Meets World for it. Also, his little brother Andy Lawrence was sitting on a couch in the hotel lobby and man is he fat now.